"Are you crazy, you almost killed someone just now," Wang Shuai said angrily, as he followed Zhang Yiyi's aura and found Hudson Park, witnessing a shocking scene.
The gun had already been bent out of shape, and Yiyi, ignoring the pleas for mercy from the thug and the other thug who was scared stiff, grabbed him by the throat and lifted him high. The thug's face had already turned an ugly eggplant color, ready to die at any moment.
She must have gone mad. Wang Shuai had never seen Zhang Yiyi like that before.
"Scum like that, kill them and they're dead. Keeping them is a disaster," Zhang Yiyi ignored Wang Shuai's attempts to stop her, remembering that when that man shot at her just now, did he think about breaking the law? Did they think about how much pain their violence could bring to people?
The damaged streetlights, the dark park, how many innocent people are victimized by thugs like these every year.
